Tis the witching hour of night, Orbed is the moon and bright. And the stars they glisten, glisten, Seeming with bright eyes to listen- For what listen they?
JOHN KEATSAnd how they kist each other’s tremulous eyes.
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The feel of not to feel it, When there is none to heal it Nor numbed sense to steel it.
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Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.
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We have woven a web, you and I, attached to this world but a separate world of our own invention.
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Life is but a day; A fragile dewdrop on its perilous way From a tree’s summit.
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How does the poet speak to men with power, but by being still more a man than they.
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And how they kist each other’s tremulous eyes.
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I love your hills and I love your dales, And I love your flocks a-bleating; but oh, on the heather to lie together, With both our hearts a-beating!
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Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.
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Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not.
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Parting they seemed to tread upon the air, Twin roses by the zephyr blown apart Only to meet again more close.
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That queen of secrecy, the violet.
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Don’t be discouraged by a failure. It can be a positive experience.
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You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.
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If poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree, then it better not come at all.
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I am convinced more and more day by day that fine writing is next to fine doing, the top thing in the world.
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What is more gentle than a wind is summer?
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You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.
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Scenery is fine – but human nature is finer.
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There is nothing stable in the world; uproar’s your only music.
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Touch has a memory. O say, love say, What can I do to kill it and be free In my old liberty?
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I have had a thousand kisses, for which with my whole soul I thank love—but if you should deny me the thousand and first—‘t would put me to the proof how great a misery I could live through.
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I have so much of you in my heart.
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What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should’st move My heart so potently?
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Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?
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O aching time! O moments big as years!
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That which is creative must create itself.
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